"ENOUGH"
I received this in an email so cannot give credit to the author. I think it is an important story and thought I should keep it and share, I wish everyone who reads it, my friends and family "enough".
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure..
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad'
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a for ever good-bye?'.
'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'
He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good- bye.
He then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.
TAKE TIME TO LIVE......
To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Cancer Does Not Discriminate
While my husband was undergoing treatment for cancer of the esophagus he went to the University of Arizona Cancer Center Radiation Department. During those visits with him just during the hour or so a day we were at the center, it was obvious that cancer does not care what age, sex or race a person is. We saw elderly men and women there who's bodies were in bad shape because of the toll cancer had taken on them. We saw women from Mexico and others of different races there from this area.
There were young people of both sexes as well. We talked to young mothers with newborns who were being treated for cervical cancer that was detected while being pregnant. A mother of 8 children, of different ages and handicaps who was suffering from breast cancer. There were other women of different ages suffering from breast cancer too. Another young mother of a small child who was now using a walker and being treated for brain cancer.
Men of all ages who were suffering prostate cancer or lung cancer.
A 12 year old with Hodgkin's lymphoma who traveled 3 hours one way a day for his treatment, five days a week. That was heart breaking as well as the 3 yr old there, that we did not find out what type of cancer she was being treated for.
Honestly they were all heartbreaking. We said prayers for them all and now wonder how they are doing.
One thing they all had in common was a positive attitude. I personally feel that along with the medical treatment, prayers and good thoughts from others that a positive attitude makes a difference in the outcome of the treatment.
So these days we do our best to eat better and exercise and take vitamins, but does any of that really matter when it comes to fighting a terrible demon like cancer?
While my husband was undergoing treatment for cancer of the esophagus he went to the University of Arizona Cancer Center Radiation Department. During those visits with him just during the hour or so a day we were at the center, it was obvious that cancer does not care what age, sex or race a person is. We saw elderly men and women there who's bodies were in bad shape because of the toll cancer had taken on them. We saw women from Mexico and others of different races there from this area.
There were young people of both sexes as well. We talked to young mothers with newborns who were being treated for cervical cancer that was detected while being pregnant. A mother of 8 children, of different ages and handicaps who was suffering from breast cancer. There were other women of different ages suffering from breast cancer too. Another young mother of a small child who was now using a walker and being treated for brain cancer.
Men of all ages who were suffering prostate cancer or lung cancer.
A 12 year old with Hodgkin's lymphoma who traveled 3 hours one way a day for his treatment, five days a week. That was heart breaking as well as the 3 yr old there, that we did not find out what type of cancer she was being treated for.
Honestly they were all heartbreaking. We said prayers for them all and now wonder how they are doing.
One thing they all had in common was a positive attitude. I personally feel that along with the medical treatment, prayers and good thoughts from others that a positive attitude makes a difference in the outcome of the treatment.
So these days we do our best to eat better and exercise and take vitamins, but does any of that really matter when it comes to fighting a terrible demon like cancer?
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Memories and Music
Today my husband and I were taking a trip listening to his favorite music which is any music from the 60's.
We have XM satellite radio so are able to get the station anywhere we go. Listening to the music which we always do, when in a vehicle made me think of all the memories attached to the songs playing.
Songs I used to listen to while helping my mom clean house on Saturday mornings and the music she would play. Memories of a dance at the YWCA Y-Teen program during 7th grade. A dance made up by a friend and me on her front porch to go to a certain song, also in the 7th grade. A summer we lived in California and heard songs as they were released, with new friends at their home. Songs played at high school dances and songs we did Pom routines to. The early morning practices for Pom squad during the summer at the park and the music we danced to. Reminders of a summer spent in Denver with my grandmother and listening to the radio and missing my friends back home. The memories of the rides around town (cruisin) while in high school and after I got married.
The songs are so important to the many memories of my growing up. Some songs bring back good memories and others not so good, but it is amazing how a song can trigger a memory.
Today my husband and I were taking a trip listening to his favorite music which is any music from the 60's.
We have XM satellite radio so are able to get the station anywhere we go. Listening to the music which we always do, when in a vehicle made me think of all the memories attached to the songs playing.
Songs I used to listen to while helping my mom clean house on Saturday mornings and the music she would play. Memories of a dance at the YWCA Y-Teen program during 7th grade. A dance made up by a friend and me on her front porch to go to a certain song, also in the 7th grade. A summer we lived in California and heard songs as they were released, with new friends at their home. Songs played at high school dances and songs we did Pom routines to. The early morning practices for Pom squad during the summer at the park and the music we danced to. Reminders of a summer spent in Denver with my grandmother and listening to the radio and missing my friends back home. The memories of the rides around town (cruisin) while in high school and after I got married.
The songs are so important to the many memories of my growing up. Some songs bring back good memories and others not so good, but it is amazing how a song can trigger a memory.
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